Bull by Bull

• I backed my brand new Bronco into a telephone pole in Sisters the very first day I drove it. No problem to get the dent out. Now, though, it seems there’s no such thing as repairing a dented fender. When one fender meets another fender, or worse, the cars involved are often totaled by insurance companies because body parts comprised of “composite material” just can’t withstand a good, old fashion fender bender.

• It never fails: I’ve kept certain statements for years and years and finally and at last got rid of ‘em last January, keeping only the last two years. Wouldn’t you just know that today I needed one from ’21.

• Being a leftie has its perks. For instance, when using a vegetable peeler, the left edge of the blade remains sharper when used only by righties. Also, come to find out, the pad on my refurbished laptop is far less responsive on the right side than the left. Oh, and there’s no way a leftie can use a proper butter knife correctly.

• The other day a couple of friends and I were having a one-upmanship contest to see who had known and loved the coolest pickup truck. I won with a 1958 Dodge Power Wagon, red.

• Every year my friend Judy sets a lovely Thanksgiving dinner table. This year the table and chairs were newly acquired and yet-to-be tried antiques, unmatched.Long story short, most everyone’s chin was just inches above the table. Once when I was driving home from visiting Judy, I timed my trip through central California such that the miles and miles of fields of sunflowers would be looking my way as I passed through.

• While penguin-walking over the ice to get to our cars Sunday night, Tom took my hand, being the gentleman that he is, and I thought to myself I may like old age, after all. Mark Twain said it best, “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”